Ode # 336.446:
(NIGHT ZONE)
  

I watch shades slip like blades, to corners of my room,
as weakened light defends from night, and holds at bay the gloom.

What wax tapers hold back vapors from darkness in my mind?
Within dwells loathsome swells; these ghost of my design.

In suspense, no defense, I'm frozen in my fear.
Inside my fright is always night. All my ghosts are here.

This vestige stand is here at hand, to feed upon my pain.
A rogue fray, come to play, and and drive me right insane!

Turning face, try to brace and fortify my mind.
I turn from view my spirit to this dreadful, shapeless kind.

What creeps within; roots of my sin, as spirit shades in pale.
Ghostly slow, each a foe, approaching to assail.

First portend come to rend, translucent child of "Doubt".
To wax then wane, then start this pain, he brings these spirits out.

There's no retreat from Lord "Deceit", or his deeds that taint.
"Come, partake.." -all that's fake. He's leader of this faint.

Drawing near, feasting fear, now slinks the bitch named, "Shame."
Yet she defers; those vilest curs, forth comes her whelps called, "Blame."

My shades within; fourfold my sin. There's nowhere here to hide.
A blackish swell is feeding well, within my dark, inside.

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